(A/N: I just was thinking how it would feel to have to go through everything that heros go through. I came up with this. Well, writing is my stress reliever, so this is what came out. ;) Deep stuff right here. Don't forget to review. Just tell me what you think on the matter.)
The Questions
What happens when you have no where to go? What happens when your hidey holes are destroyed? What happens when you're out of options? What happens when the only options are death? Or worse? What happens when all hope is gone? What happens when all the things you held dear are taken away?
What happens then?
These are the questions of hopelessness and defeat. Of submission and remorse. Of death and life. These are the questions that leave anyone who asks them fearful of things to come. Fearful of the past, present, and future.
These questions ruin soul itself.
How do the people who go through these questions everyday live? How do they live like they do? How can they go through the turmoil brought to them their entire lives?
The answer is, they don't. They face the questions everyday, but some lock them away forever, where the questions grow and grow until they overcome the binds that hold them. Some even deny them with hard hardheadedness and end up worse still.
How can these people defeat the questions?
They can't, the answer cries. The questions live in everyone. They cannot be conquered by anything but the truth that we don't have. So answer this question then,
Why is it, that we let these questions about in the first place?